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Zodiac (Zodiak, Russian: Зодиа́к, Latvian: Zodiaks) was a space disco music band that existed in the 1980s in Latvia, then a part of Soviet Union. The band was extremely popular in the Soviet Union and has been credited by critics as the Soviet answer to the French band Space who were popular at the time. more »

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Yes I'm back again 
Goodness gracious  
Wanna be celebrated 
Put my name next to greatness  
 
You're speaking my language  
Bitch im in anguish  
Wanna be famous 
Don't wanna hear hatred  
Want you to save it  
Want you to trade it 
I know that its basic  
Want you to face it 
 
I'll put you into cryogenic stasis  
So your faces stay sticking that way  
Like you got braces  
Only taking a couple times to say this  
I don't have the mind to name this 
So you can call it by the brand name
 
Bars I 
 
Never was a witty one when it came to words 
But im rhyming anyway so it's absurd  
 
Expending my breath  
Explaining myself till everyone's heard  
Till everyone's listened to my petty poem 
Perfectly preposterous  
Bombarding my personal bubble  
Popping it 
 
Piles of papers  
With plenty of raps 
No cap i see 
Cause capacity  
Is false, a fallacy  
All my fine fellows see me gasping desperately 
Cause they know it hurts me to breathe 
 
Take my hands through the bars
And start to sieve
Through different rhymes
Picking out the better ones i see 
No chance I spit fire, it's a guarantee

Make no mistake
Don't wanna partake 
In anything fake

But im behind enemy lines
Warming up to me, treating me nice
No matter if my lives at stake
Cause im harry potter
I can speak to snakes

Perfect parseltongue 
Fucks around just for fun
You're a word wizard kyler
No im not
I'm just about done 
No need to rehearse
Putting these 
Really, Ridiculously, rotten, rugged, rappers, in the back of a hearse 

Giving em rigor mortis
Waving my wand 
Concocting a curse
Becoming wonderfully wealthy
My bars are turning golden 
Like i got the midas touch
Don't go asking questions 
Like i give the slightest f*ck

But i only rap about the funny stuff
Making ya laugh 
When it is tough
When it gets rough
That is enough

Enough of that 
Stupidly whack
Chit chat 
On how you're doing this
And how you're doing that
But in the end you still fall flat
You don't finely fit the format
And its really shit
Matter of fact

When i write it's effortless
But my essays get an f or less
Waiting on prerequisite 
Im especially eloquent 
When i'm in my element
So i'm celibate
I can write some excellence
Like i'm scribing 
The entire book of genesis 
And taking it all the way to exodus

This is only the beginning
But the bars are brimming
Now you're swimming
Shoulder deep in syllables
Seeping in your ears when your sleeping
Keeping out all your feelings
Tearing at the mind, get to pealing
Reeling in the fact that people peeking in 
And they're kneeling in
What they Should've been 
Enormous house with a white picket fence

But until then
I'll keep bars in my head
Like a prison for the rhymes 
I wanna save for another time instead

Bars 1

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